Far from Shore
Tis far outda sea
dat we fishermen go
ta catch da big fish
nd face da winds bold
Ders no sight ofda shore
nda suns sinkin low
nar bit closer Ta quota
wer soaked and wer cold
Ders a long trip ahead
far back toda docks
da stars arnt shining
wer hittin da rocks
Death takes us dis night
we greet em wit a smile
time to give up the fight
now we’ll rest for awhile
January 28, 2014 at 9:49 pm
I’ve been working on this one for a while, I wrote it in Newfie slang well at least what I would think Newfie slang would look like on paper. I’m sure grammatically I could place commas and apostrophes somewhere in there and maybe someday I will. For the life of me I could not get a fourth line in that last stanza. Feedback is always welcomed.